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Harley Quinn's Betrayal
By: Amaris Date: May 18, 2012, 12:50 am
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This is a little something I put together to get my writing
skillz back up to par before I continue Shaundi's Side, after
some serious edits to it.
Anyways! Here's a Joker and Harley Quinn story. If you guys like
this i'll write more, if not then it was fun to do.
[center]Harley Quinn’s Betrayal
***
The Steel Mill
***
A blonde haired woman sat in a dingy, dirty room, seemingly
blissed out in happiness. She sat in an old wooden chair, her
legs stretched out and crossed on an equally old writer’s desk
in front of her. Her curvaceous legs where moving slightly, as
the woman was bobbing her left foot up and down slightly, a sign
of her blissful mood. She held a magazine in her hands which
rested on her thighs, it was an old catalogue. She flipped
through the pages, humming an old show tune.
The woman wore two colors: Red and black. Her legs where covered
by a second skin of red and black leather pants, wedge heeled
boots coming up past her knees. Her right leg was covered in
black leather, her left, in red. The right boot, however, was
red, her left boot black. The woman’s midsection was covered
with a red underbust corset, held up by straps going over her
shoulders and crossing in the back. Under the corset, she wore a
dual-toned black and red button up blouse, her whole chest
exposed, save the naughty bits, as these where covered by a red
and black bra. Her arms where covered in black and red
fingerless opera gloves, coming up to her biceps. On her wrists,
where three black and silver studded leather bracelets. On her
left hip was an intricate tattoo: A rendition of the Joker
playing card, with her “puddin”, Joker on it. On her right bicep
was another tattoo, this one wrapping around her arm, the same
motif apparent: Harley and Joker forever.
An old TV set across the small room flicked to life, sending the
sound of static through the quiet for a second before adjusting
to an image from a camera. The woman’s head whipped in that
direction, her blonde locks, tied back in pigtails, flowing with
her movement. A sickly coughing was heard from the TV for a
moment before the image became clear, The Joker sat in an arm
chair, straightening his posture before speaking with his
unnaturally jubilant tone, “Harley, will you please come to see
me? I have… a surprise for you M’dear.”
Harley’s face lit up with a brilliant smile, Harley then swung
her legs off the desk, stood, and saluted with her right hand’s
pointer and middle fingers, “Right away Mistah J!” Her voice
flowing out in a high pitched, slightly melodic tone.
“Excellent!” Laughed the Joker, breaking out into another
coughing fit just as the TV went black once more.
Harley tossed the old catalogue onto the desk, turning behind
her towards the door and skipping blissfully to it. Harley then
opened the door, skipped through it, and shut it behind her.
Harley skipped down the grungy hallway for a ways, before
slowing her pace, and beginning a slower, more menacing walk.
One foot in front of the other, hips swaying, a look of anger
etched on her beautiful face. Her arms swung by her sides, hands
clenched into fists. She pushed another door open, making her
way into a room full of well muscled men in various stages of
attire, ranging from full clown gear to only face paint and
workout clothes. “Harley.” Nodded the highest ranking officer in
the room in a gruff voice, earning him a curt nod as she walked
past.
“’s whore doing here again?” She caught one of the men
whispering to his friend. Harley stopped dead in her tracks,
turning her white powdered face towards the man. Her fiercely
dark lined blue eyes trained on him, and she hissed, “What did
you just say?” All traces of the bubbly melodic voice were gone,
replaced by a militant, harsh tone. The man turned a shade
whiter, straightening up and staring at her, his breathing fast.
Harley took a step towards him, “What. Did. You. Say?” Harley
punctuated each word with a step towards the man, leading
slightly with her pelvis, walking slowly. With each one the man
tried to back up farther, until he hit a wall. Harley was now a
foot away from him, she leaned towards him, tilting her head
slightly. The man swallowed, his breath coming out in rancid,
short breaths. Harley then nodded, “Fine. I’ll ask your buddy
here.” Harley, lightning fast, kicked the other henchman in the
back of the knee, making him collapse to the ground. He turned
to his back, a groan of pain escaping his lips as Harley placed
her heavy boot on his throat. “I asked what Joker’s whore was
doing here!” Cried the whispering man, out of breath and in a
panic. Harley smiled manically, “Was that so goddamn hard you
worthless piece of crap?!?” Harley lifted her boot off of the
man’s throat, turning back towards the door and walking towards
it. Another man across the room yelled, “You crazy bitch!” Out
of her right boot, Harley retrieved a gun, firing a shot that
narrowly missed the man who insulted her. “Call me a bitch again
and see what happens.” This time, her tone had creeped higher in
pitch, returning to it’s melodic tone. The man’s face fell, he
backed away slowly, his hands by his head.
The rest of the men where silent as Harley opened the door and
exited the room, smirking to herself as she put her gun back in
her boot and began casually skipping once more.
***
Across the Steel Mill
***
Joker stood steadily, smirking to himself as the screen went
blank. “M’dear Harley, Oh how I love your dedication.” Joker
walked across the room and looked out the window across the
rooftops of Arkham City, observing the small firefights that
would break out occasionally. He heard gunfire closer, echoing
through the vents. “Harley… you always where oh-so-subtle.”
Joker then made his way back to the armchair, and called, “Yo
Mirror-me! I gotta wiz, cover me.” The doorway leading out of
the room opened, and a dead ringer of Joker walked out, same
faded suit, same boils on the face, same sickly faded green
hair… it was Clayface and his uncanny ability to mimic people.
“I got this boss.” Said the Joker ringer, saluting to Joker much
the same way as Harley had before.
Joker smirked to himself, walking out of the room and to the
bathroom, one long hallway and several concrete walls away.
***
Joker and Harley’s hideout
***
Harley pushed open the door, smiling as she peeked her head in.
She called cautiously, “Mistah J? How ya feelin’?” Harley walked
into the room, approaching the armchair from behind. She heard
coughing, the weezy, gross coughing that plagued her Puddin’ as
she approached. She knelt in front of the chair and put her
hands on Joker’s knees. “Remember what the last Doctah said
Puddin’, just breathe, it’ll pass.” Joker waved her away with a
grimy white gloved hand, “Save it for someone who cares Harley.”
Joker snapped, his tone getting angry like it does when he’s
about to beat her.
Harley stood slowly, backing away. “What did I do Puddin’? Don’t
be angry with me…” Harley’s voice was a mere whimper now, afraid
of the wrath of her lover. Joker started raising in volume as he
spoke, “You haven’t done anything… Yet. That’s my point. Have
you EVER contributed a worthwhile idea to this merry little gang
of ours?!?” Harley winced at his words, her eyes where to the
floor, her left arm by her side, her right crossing over her
midsection and holding her elbow. Her right leg was planted
firmly and bearing most of her weight, knee almost locked. Her
left leg bent slightly putting her foot at a slight angle behind
her right foot. Her head was bowed down slightly, trying to keep
away from Joker’s harsh gaze.
“I-I Did suggest that we hire Clay-brain, isn’t he a big part of
our plan to take down bats?” Harley stammered along, nervous
about protesting Joker. Joker’s jaw set, he then looked at her
and confessed, “Harls… I’m sorry… I’m just pissy because I’m not
well… forgive me.” Harley perked up slightly, Joker only used
her nickname when he was in a REALLY good mood, and when he was
in a REALLY good mood, he usually let her have her way with him.
Harley smiled widely, sauntering up to Joker, wrapping her arms
around his neck slowly, inquiring, “You feelin’ up to it
puddin’?” Joker smiled, nodding. Harley beamed, “I love you
Puddin’!” Harley then kissed Joker passionately, Joker’s right
hand moving to her waist, then from their it moved down more
towards her ass.
Harley started to get into it, kissing more hungrily, more
passionately. She barely remembered to breathe, her eyes rolling
back into her head, her knees almost locking. Her passion was
interrupted by a giant burst of pain right under her left
breast, just between two of her ribs. Harley pulled away from
Joker, staggering back as she touched the wound, or tried to.
Her hand connected with a blade, serrated and etched along the
blade’s base with the motto, “To taking shots from people who…”
It was their motto. Harley and Joker. Had he just stabbed her
with THEIR knife? “I-I ju-just didn’t get the…” Harley coughed,
sending a wave of pain through her upper body, Harley clenched
her teeth, collapsing to the ground. She heard heavy footsteps
approaching her, along with maniacal laughter. Joker’s laughter.
Her world went black… she just didn’t get the joke.
***
A few minutes later
***
Clayface sat in Joker’s chair, smiling to himself. The bitch’s
body was hidden, the blade reclaimed. Joker strolled through the
door, smiling. His smile faded slightly, “Where’s Harley?” He
inquired, looking around before continuing, “I could’ve sworn I
heard her voice.”
Clayface shook his head, “Practicing my impressions, Mistah J.”
He allowed his voice to sound like Harley’s, while maintaining
Joker’s body form. Joker cringed, “Get out of here, that’s
demented. I wanna see my Harley.” Clayface nodded, “Cya then.”
His voice returning to it’s own, gruff and distorted. Clayface
left the room, to the side room where he slept. He then
dissolved from the Joker’s form into a brown gelatinous goop.
He then smooshed his way through a crack in the wall, into the
hallway, where he re-united with his second half, the Harley
impression sitting against the wall, re-doing “Her” pigtails.
The reason for this, was so that the impression could be all
the more real. He could split himself into as many people as he
wanted, but if the impression was to be SPOT on, he had to use
his all. He then stood as Harley, skipping around slightly to
get into character.
“Showtime, Mistah J.” His voice started as his own, ascending in
pitch until it got to Harley’s usual tone. Clayface pushed open
the door gently, walking in, being sure to let the “heels” of
his boots hit the floor just right, that way the impression
would be realistic. “My Harley girl, I’ve missed you.” Joker
began, standing up, his face alight with happiness. Clayface,
fully in character, ran at Joker, wrapping him in a meek hug
that would feel like what Harley just gave him, smiling as he
did so. “Ooh you little Minx.” Joker purred, kissing
Clayface-Harley passionately, slipping his tongue into
“Harley’s” mouth.
TO BE CONTINUED[/center]
Too gross? Lol I took an old story of mine and put it through
the ringer, hopefully you guys like this and wanna know where
this leads.
#Post#: 5828--------------------------------------------------
Re: Harley Quinn's Betrayal
By: Gangstarr4 Date: May 18, 2012, 11:05 am
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I don't know I'ma Honest Critic. It was beautifully written or
er typed but I just couldn't get into the first chapter. And
your Skillz are above up to par, better than mine if I may add..
soooo Shaundi's Sideeeee Woooooo
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Re: Harley Quinn's Betrayal
By: Wetbizket Date: May 18, 2012, 3:34 pm
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Well, I've always loved your detail and I can tell a lot of
love goes into your writing leaving nothing out. I'm cheap and
skip a lot of details when doing my stories to shorten my
chapters a little bit lol, so I like to see that in your story!
I think the first chapter was great, we got learn about HQ and
what she is like, then setting up the plot of the story was
good. So I cant wait to see what Clayface? has in store for
Arkum or gothom city or whatever and whats going to happen to
Mistuh J.!
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Re: Harley Quinn's Betrayal
By: Amaris Date: May 18, 2012, 6:02 pm
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@ Gangstarr4: I can understand that, this one was detail heavy
and slow, it was meant to kinda describe the characters and get
you up to speed as to what's going on. Lol Give the next chapter
a chance, it gets better. (And I'm going back to Shaundi's Side
too, editing some stuff and fixing it)
@Wetbizket: Thanks! Lol, I tried to put in some detail, but I
think I may have gone a bit too overboard on some parts, i'll
work on that for the next chapter. Thanks. :D
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Re: Harley Quinn's Betrayal
By: OGluke Date: June 20, 2012, 1:38 pm
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Youve put alot of thought and effort into this and i like what
you did with harley same-as what you done with shaundi's
character, you made them both feel significant and crucial to
the stories you've written.
also props for decribing harley as the sexual little harlot she
is *winks*
definitely continue
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Re: Harley Quinn's Betrayal
By: Amaris Date: June 21, 2012, 6:36 pm
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Thanks! Haha, yeah she is kinda sexay, but only with her "Mistah
J" Anyone else can go die in a hole. XD
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